Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.
The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul.
Time is made up of various ages; and each thinks its own a novelty.
There's something ever egotistical in mountain-tops and towers, and all other grand and lofty things.
Tis no dishonor when he who would dishonor you, only dishonors himself.
Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.